Marry My Billionaire Second Husband
Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire!
When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name.
"Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side," Caleb said. "Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage."
But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her.
The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X'el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary.
With her divorce finalized, Matteo's courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart.
But just as Amelia's heart begins to open up to Matteo's sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life.
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"Oh?" Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. "Then pray tell, what did we converse about?"
Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak.
"I... I...I―"
"I have no girlfriend, Amelia," Matteo said. "And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either."
His fingers didn't let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn't painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways.
A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair's breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath.
"Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?"
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Chapter 4
All heads spun around to look at the door, with profanities hanging off of Nigel's lips, ready to drop at any time. However, when he finally realized who it was who stood out there, all color fled from his face.
"M-Mr. Montgomery! What a delightful visit!" Nigel spluttered. He quickly gathered himself and bowed. "You're absolutely right, this woman should be fired immediately for her incompetence!" Amelia's heart sank as she waited for the inevitable; she was going to be missing a husband and a job...
"Amelia, pack your things. You're―"
"I was referring to you," the man, Mr. Montgomery, interrupted, his voice cutting and cold.
Amelia shivered instinctively; it was as though a blizzard's chill had swept through the room, leaving everyone frozen in his wake. Even Caleb's table, which had been nothing but noisy, was surprisingly silent.
Amelia couldn't help but be curious about the man who held such power. She had always been too low in the ranks to meet Nigel's boss, and she wondered what sort of man could have struck Caleb and his cronies dumb with his presence. However, his name, at least, was common knowledge among those who lived in Solara, and even those beyond the borders of the country.
Matteo Montgomery, one of the leading powers of the business empires in Solara. He was one of the youngest entrepreneurs in the country, on top of managing the Montgomery family business that had been thriving for generations. The club she was working at was but one of the many businesses he owned.
She slowly tilted her head, trying her best to take a peep at the man without him knowing.
Her heart raced as she caught sight of her savior through her messy hair. She had to tilt her head higher just so she could catch a glimpse of his face.
Matteo was devastatingly handsome. His strong jawline, high cheekbones, and broad shoulders gave off an intimidating, almost regal presence. With his jet-black hair and glacial blue eyes, Amelia could almost imagine him as a king, complete with a crown on top of his head.
Her heart, broken and shattered as it was, couldn't help but tremble.
Her eyes darted lower; she couldn't help but notice the veins in his forearms, thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. He seemed like someone who didn't mind doing hard work.
As though he sensed her glance, Matteo turned those glacial blue eyes on her. Amelia quickly ducked away, not wanting to attract any more of his attention. She didn't know him well― he might simply decide to change his mind and let Nigel beat her.
Or worse, he might pity her.
She knew how she must have looked in his eyes. She was nothing but a poor employee who looked like a wreck, with wine splashes on her uniform and her hair a disheveled mess, her eyes swollen and teary, and scratched wounds all over her hands.
But because she looked away, she did not see how his gaze softened as he gazed at her.
"Since when did I give you leave to hit my employees?" Matteo demanded. His tone was icy, but his blood was boiling underneath the surface. He detested anyone who laid a hand on the weak and powerless.
Sweat began to bead on Nigel's temples, and he quickly glanced at Caleb Walton's table, hoping that one of them would chime in and save his skin. However, all of them dared not to speak in Matteo's presence, when his anger was a palpable shroud, threatening to strangle them all.
"I... I was just teaching her a lesson!" Nigel protested. "This worker is very clumsy― she shattered this bottle of priceless wine―"
"And will beating her up magically fix matters?" Matteo asked with a raised eyebrow. "I had no idea violence was magic."
Unbidden, a small smile crossed Amelia's face at his wit.
"Nigel, you're fired. Turn in your staff pass and your keys by tonight."
Nigel paled. "Mr. Montgomery! Please, this was a misunderstanding! I wouldn't have if not for―"
"Be thankful that I'm not suing you for workplace violence," Matteo growled out, anger rearing its ugly head at Nigel's insistence that he had not done wrong. "Now, get lost!"
Nigel wisely fled the room without a backwards glance. Once Nigel's back retreated from the room for good, Caleb finally spoke up, standing up to walk towards Matteo. Amelia flinched, half-expecting Caleb to shove her, but she was as good as air in his eyes.
Her husband only had eyes for Matteo.
"Hi Matteo, fancy seeing you here! It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Caleb asked, his tone friendly and welcoming.
Amelia's heart gave a tiny lurch in her ribcage― it was as though the nastiness of earlier was a figment of her imagination. This was her husband again, as she knew him.
"This is my club," Matteo replied flatly. "It would be much stranger if you didn't see me."
Caleb laughed awkwardly, but he continued to speak, not dissuaded by Matteo's coldness. "Well, I know you must be busy, but would you have the time to spare a drink with us?"
"Since you know I'm busy, why did you even bother asking?" Matteo retorted, staring at Caleb as though he was soft in the head.
Amelia blinked― she had never met a man so blunt and so impervious to Caleb's friendliness before.
It was almost like he had a personal hatred for Caleb's presence.
Caleb's face darkened, but he still kept on smiling.
"It was worth a shot! You are a hard man to catch, Matteo. I hope you―"
To Amelia's surprise, Matteo didn't even bother responding to Caleb's words. Instead, he turned to Amelia, wordlessly cutting Caleb off to address her.
"Follow me."
"What?" Amelia asked, wondering if she had misheard.
"You need to dress your wounds. Follow me," he repeated, holding out his hand for her.
"There's no need―" Amelia protested, holding her hands close to her chest, staring at his hand as though it were a live wire. Her wounds hurt, but it was nothing that good old iodine could not fix.
Her broken heart was another matter altogether. She chanced a quick look at Caleb, only to spot the derisive curl of his lips as he sneered at her.
"I agree, Matteo, there's no need to trouble yourself with someone like her," Caleb said with a cavalier laugh. "She has a pair of working legs; she can make her own way out."
Amelia bit her lip so hard it nearly bled. She did not recognize this callous man in front of her.
Matteo's eyebrows furrowed in distaste, but he did not bother to respond to Caleb's words. Instead, he gazed at Amelia, wordlessly cocking his head.
His hand was still outstretched, waiting for Amelia to respond.
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7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.3
Camila Damien has spent years avoiding Eric Sylvester-the ruthless CEO whose cold reputation precedes him. But when a career-making promotion forces them together on a billion-dollar pharmaceutical project, avoidance becomes impossible. Eric can't shake the feeling that he's seen her before. The mysterious woman in his wallpaper. The missing pieces of a night he can't remember. And now, the brilliant scientist who challenges him at every turn. But Camila is hiding something darker than career ambitions. Three weeks of her life is gone. Stolen by a drugging incident she can't remember and a saboteur she can't identify. As corporate espionage, toxic family ties, and a dangerous conspiracy close in around them, Camila and Eric must decide: trust each other with their carefully guarded hearts, or lose everything, including their lives. In the high-stakes world of pharmaceutical giants, where betrayal comes from those closest to you and the truth is buried in forgotten memories, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.
8.6
Elena who grew up in the countryside was brought back to the city only to be used and abandoned by her very own family. Used in replacement for her sister and finding out the truth from years ago, will Elena seek revenge? What happens when she turns out to be different from what was expected?
Adrian Laurent, crippled and treated like a commodity by his family. Adrian swore to get revenge for everything done to him and his mother in the past. What happens when his new wife finds/finds out he is not crippled?
Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...
7.5
Celine loves her lover Zack very much. It was so deep that he was willing to introduce her to his father. All he got was a wound. Zack suddenly turned cold, walked away for no reason, then had the heart to return his longing with a rude attitude.
When a status on social media reveals Zack's dark side, which is hungry for women and money, Celine's heart is broken.
What's more surprising is that none of this is a coincidence. Zack wanted to destroy it. But in the midst of the destruction, there was one person who stood silently behind Celine, Arlend. The man who had been harboring feelings, was not willing to see Celine fall too deep.
Just as Celine is about to end her life on the city bridge, Arlend arrives. He saved Celine's body and possibly her soul. From that day on, Arlend vowed never to leave Celine alone again.
But Celine's wound was not finished. When Adiwangsa was threatened with bankruptcy, his position as leader was shaken. And when he chooses to secretly marry Arlend, Zack's shadow hasn't really gone from Celine's side.
How can Celine deal with all this? Between the past, and the man who is now with her.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
7.8
The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend.
I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken.
As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut.
My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath.
I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart.
How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie?
After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.